Hold your fire. Keep it burning bright. Hold the flame till the dreaming night. A spirit with a vision is a dream_ with a mission.
Rush - Mission
It's hard to take the heat. It's hard to lay blame. To fight the fire. While we're feeding the flame.
Rush - Second Nature
Stevie Nicks wrote:"It wasn't until 1978 that I found out Rhiannon wasn't a witch at all; she was a mythological queen. But my song was definitely written about a celestial being. I didn't know who Rhiannon was, exactly, but I knew she was not of this world."
At first I was scared. I won't try to be dishonest in regards to that fact. When I first discovered what I was and would become. What I could do... it built a fear of myself residing in my heated soul, feeding the dangerous fire that grew from a flame within me
Not the physical fire that lapped at my legs and occasionally burst forth from my mouth when I got angry. Before I learned to control it. Before I learned to master the gifts I'd been blessed, or cursed with. But rather, the fire that burned inside me, fueling my devious and passionate soul. I was trouble in more ways than one, but I paid for my misdeeds.
My physical abilities not only got me into trouble when I misused them. They had no little price on them. I burnt entire forests to the ground, left nations of ash and cinder wherever my paw steps fell. I promised I would control it. I promised the forest fires would stop. But I couldn't extinguish the flames lapping at my feet, consuming my legs in a dancing fire that was harmless to me, but not to the earth I walked on.
I began to hate my fire. I wanted to extinguish it but I couldn't. I was always there for others, so why wouldn't they help me put out the flames? However many streams and puddles I jumped into, they always came back, they never went out. As big as my true size was in comparison to the rest of my species, everyone around me made me feel small. I made me feel small. I felt as though there were something wrong with me. I needed to feel big again.
So I left the fragile leafy forest for a rocky terrain that would suit me. A place that didn't catch fire, and spewed hot liquid stone from beneath the earth. Here by these active lava floes, l grew stronger, both in the strength of my powers and the strength of my mind and soul. Who was I to deny what I was? To shut out my potential in favor of the world's demands? Never. I was meant to burn freely, and warm the earth.
The more time I spent in my land of rock and lava, the stronger my inner flame became. It stoked and burned until it heated to incandescence, bringing a new strength to my soul. Not only was I physically unstoppable, but I became a column of support for myself. I was free. I was able to soar like the Phoenix I knew I was inside.
What can I say? The fire called to me once more, so the fire I became.
~Griffin wrote:I hate to ask this of you when the contest is just a few days away, but I haven't had much time to work on my form with an emergency at home in the last week. May I request an extension on this? You should decline or accept as you see fit, but I figured there was no harm in asking.
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